The Archduke's Songbird
***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play? Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.
The Iris Flower
Jerrick made sure his son, Ricky, was dressed appropriately for the coronation. Though children weren't expected to attend, Ricky had been so eager to visit the capital city that he clung to Jerrick like a lifeline, his tiny hands clutching his father's tunic as if afraid of being left behind in Roche.
The child's enthusiasm was infectious, though it filled Jerrick with a mixture of unease and wonder. A happy smile had spread across Ricky's face, and as Jerrick watched him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort. "Why don't you speak?" he asked gently, kneeling to meet his son's eyes.
Ricky, barely more than a toddler but already wiser than his years, looked back at his father with a defiant glint. Jerrick had long known his son was capable of speaking—he could feel it in the quiet intensity of the boy's gaze. Yet, Ricky remained silent. Even when he needed something, his tiny hands would reach out, but no words would follow.